She nodded. “I paid more mind to GL. I had to. GL could-a ended up swinging if I hadn’t. But you was smarter. You was more growed up than GL when you was five and he was ten, and I tried to show you that by letting you do what you wanted to do.”
“That’s not true, Mama. You know it. GL was light-skinned and had good hair and looked almost white and you loved him for that.”
“Charles, no. No, son. I didn’t love any one of you more than any other.”